Grom's house arrest has ended. We have ventured out of the house without an accident. WOO HOO!
He doesn't tell us if he needs to go, but does know if he needs to when asked. He's getting the whole concept more and more each day. Still no #2 in the potty, but that'll come.
We went to RiteAid this evening and got ice cream cones. It was Grom's first cone - a treat for our big boy. We're holding the next ice cream cone over his head as a reward for poop in the potty.
I'll resort to anything.